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I can't write porn, but hey, stare at this icon for a while. You'll feel better!

Yeah...that icon does wonders for my brain.

*stares*

**hugs you tight**

Nothing comes easy. Especially not to the Boy Who Lived. And if anyone was going to find out his secret, it'd be fucking Malfoy. That's just how his life goes.

Fortunately, Harry's used to it. Only took twenty-two years, felling one Dark Lord, and almost, almost marrying Ginny Weasley to figure out that his life was fodder for the masses and that the Fates had one seriously fucked up sense of humour.

So when he opens the box, finds a silk and lace concoction of the deepest purple he's ever seen, he's not really surprised. Horny? Yes. But, surprised? Hardly.

It's the hand-written invitation, the implication of a possible dalliance between them that earns Harry's shock. Shock that has him replaying the conversation from a week before, looking for clues that he'd, once again, missed something important.

"Really, Potter? Pink?"

Frowning, Harry turns and meets Malfoy head-on. "Well, black seems rather whorish, does it not?"

Malfoy's lips twitch at the corners. "I've always preferred the jewel tones for my lovers. Sapphire, amber, emerald."

He shakes head. If there was byplay there, he's still not seeing it. The invitation, however, is hard… no, the invitation is impossible to misconstrue. Malfoy wants to fuck him. He wants Harry Potter on all fours, wearing the frilly purple knickers, and begging for more.

Oh, yes. The invitation, the image flashing beneath the words, is very much to the fucking point.

And, considering how hard his dick is, it doesn't take a Ravenclaw to figure out that Harry's all for this particular Malfoy plan.

Wrapping his fingers around the silk, Harry takes a deep breath and waits for the familiar pull of a Portkey.

Time to see if, for once, Malfoy's up to his own challenge.

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Luffs you, babe! *hugs tight*

PURPLE FRILLY PANTIES!!!!!!

*flails*

I love you like Justin loves Brian's dick up his ass!!!!

I love you like Harry loves silk against his cock!!!!

I love you like...liek whoa and shit!!!!

*hugs and gropes you*

I love you like Justin loves Brian's dick up his ass!!!!

Damn. That's a lot of love. ;)

*gropes and licks*


was your day better today?

Yeah, a bit. The inspector took ALL. FUCKING. DAY. LONG.

And he didn't finish the file review.

He did, however, get lonked in a bathroom in one of the units for almost 5 minutes. rotfl

*splutters* How the fuck does a grown man lock himself in the bathroom?

Never you mind. I don't think I want to know.

But I'm gonna tell you!!!

Here at the property where I live, the master bathrooms have what's called a pocket door. It slides into the wall, as you can see. So they don't have door knobs. There's a little turn lock in the inside, that that one was fucked up. The striker plate is dented, so when you close it, it goes off kilter and won't unlock. We got it open, and he said he didn't alert us cause he was embarrassed. Awwww.

Hee!!!

I think the inspector needs a drink.

I think you need a drink.

I think the inspector needs a reality check.

You have pointy boots.

*smooches*

I ended up going to bed.

The inspector needs to get laid.

I told my boss that.

She laughed and agreed.

I wore teh pointy boots yesterday.

I wanna go back to bed.

Severus felt smooth plaster pressed to the side of his face. He also was aware of strong hands spreading his arse cheeks wide.

"I promised if you did that again, I would nail you to a wall." Lucius purred.

"Shut up and fuck me already."

OMG DEATH EATER SMEX!!!!!!

I love you!!!!

Look, I even have a good icon for that!!!!

thought I could help improve your day. Such a lovely icon of Lucius you have there. :D

My goodness, what a controlling anal retentive ninny. I hate people who are like that, because they get into a tiny position of power and they suddenly think they're fucking president of the United States or something. Good grief.